Page 10 of Never Falling


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"Maybe if I was dying."

I started laughing. "Oh, Rosalie. You're silly."

"Okay. Now for looks. Do you have a particular type?"

"Not really." I shook my head. "I mean, I prefer dark hair, but I would also do blond."

"What about a ginger?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I like gingers too. I mean, there are some hot gingers."

"I know, girl. Trust me, hello, Prince Harry. Eye color preference?"

"No," I said. "You know me, Rosalie. I'm pretty much into anyone I find attractive."

"True. Remember when you had that crush on that Pakistani cricket player?"

"I know. That guy was hot."

"What was his name again?"

"I think it was Imran Khan."

"Oh yeah. That was him. And then you realized he was so much older now, and you thought maybe he'd be a—”

"Daddy I'd like to fuck," I said, and we both started laughing. "He was hot."

"Yeah, he was. And then remember how disappointed you were when Idris Elba got married?"

"Oh my gosh. I totally thought he was going to be the one."

"He's older too."

"Well, then I think I’ve got a thing for older guys."

"Well, you know what I heard?"

"What's that?"

"Brad Pitt is still available."

"Oh yeah. I'd do Brad Pitt in a heartbeat. Though I don't know I'd want the Angelina Jolie drama and all those kids. I mean, I do want a large family, though. I guess it could be a blended family."

"My gosh. Really, Alice, you'd want to get in the middle of all that?"

I bit on my lower lip. "No, because what if Jennifer Aniston came back or Gwyneth Paltrow or any of his other gorgeous exes?"

"You're even more beautiful than them, Alice. You have nothing to worry about."

"I'm not more beautiful than Angelina Jolie." I rolled my eyes at Rosalie. She was a good best friend, but even I wasn’t buying that lie.

"Is anyone?" Rosalie said, and we started laughing again. "Okay. So you are basically interested in any guy's looks."

"I'm not interested in any guy's looks. I have to find him attractive, but I'm not limited by ethnicity or hair color or eye color."

"What if he doesn't have hair?" she asked, laughing.

"I can do bald guys. There are some hot bald guys. Vin Diesel is hot." I licked my lips, remembering a sex dream I’d once had about him.

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